Well, as seen in the outcry by Tolkienistas over the Rings of Power TV series, spraying real ale into their cardigans over each tedious detail of the author's painstakingly crafted world skipped in favour of making the story actually dramatically work on screen, so too did Lynch's condensed 1984 version of Frank Herbert's draw the fire of obsessive fans for mining the source for the outright weirdness therein and jettisoning the chaff. Villeneuve takes a much more cautiously reverential approach, so the end result is, as with his Blade Runner 2049, something more ponderous than its predecessor, relying heavily on entrancing visuals and a brooding atmosphere. With the story of the novel only half told in two and a half hours, the second part will naturally follow soon and will not be unwelcome, given that it does represent an antidote of sorts to all the pervasive hyperactive sci-fi around, but Herbert's saga hardly has the legs to sustain a franchise that runs beyond that point.
6/10
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